"Come on Angelina, get up!" Alicia pleaded shaking Angelina. She had her bright red quidditch uniform on.
"Oliver's is having a break down. Come on Angelina we got to practice!" Angelina placed a pillow over her head trying to block out the noise.
"If you don't get up now Oliver's going to come up here!" Katie threatened, Angelina grinned to herself. He couldn't come up here, there was a spell placed on the stairs that wouldn't let any males into the girls' dorm.
"Look Angie, we know it's early..." Alicia started.
"Yeah me too!" Angelina interrupted. "Come on 10 more minutes!" She whinnied rolling over away from them.
"Ugh." Katie headed back down the stairs soon followed by a frustrated Alicia.
'It's about time!' Angelina said to herself as she threw the blankets off of her and onto the floor. She was already dressed in a pair of jean and a black tang top. She had been dressed for a few hours now waiting. She lay on the ground, searching through dirty cloths and crumbled paper, under her bed to find her broom hidden in the mess.
"Angelina now!" Oliver called from the common room. "You too Fred and George!" She grabbed a sweater and in an attempt to move faster, she tried to put it on and open the window at the same time. This proved much more difficult then she would have hoped. She finally managed the task in twice the amount of time it would have taken her if she did it one at a time.
Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. She threw a leg out the window soon followed by the other. Sitting on the window stile she was now able to mount her broom. Her window was small making it difficult to fit through. The doorknob of the dorm shook, someone was about to open it. Just then her sweater snagged on a nail sticking out of the wood panel. "Oh come on!" Angelina twisted the sweater attempting to remove it but just causing a bigger mess. The doorknob turned and the door opened.
"Angelina!" Katie yelled. Just then, she managed to get through with a small hole in her sweater.
"What took you so long?" A male voice said next to her making her jump. She wheeled around to find a set of twins and her very good friend, Lee Jordan.
"Oliver's is going to kill us when he finds out." Angelina said as they flew their brooms off Hogwart grounds.
"Yeah, but it'll be worth it." Fred said flying closer to her.
"Yup Fred. A butterbeer is defiantly worth my life." She said sarcastically.
"Angelina, how do you do it?" Lee whined.
"Do what?" She perplexed as Fred flew yet even closer to Angelina.
"Tell them apart."
"Well, this one" She nodded her head to Fred. "Is constantly following me around or staring at me."
"Yeah, I can tell them apart when he does that too."
"Then what are you talking about?" She asked now slightly confused. "…Fred any closer and you'll be sitting on me."
"That's what I was aiming for." Angelina scrunched her nose is slight disgust.
"You know, Lee's right for once." George stated.
It took Lee a while to figure what he said but then it clicked "Hey!" Lee whined.
"Besides when we first met, you haven't messed up our names." George pointed out.
"Except when she called you Percy." Fred said and George shuddered.
"Well of course I know what makes them different but if I told you while they were around or even if they weren't for that matter they'd us it against me to drive me insane."
"How about just one thing." Lee whined again. Angelina laughed.
"How about no." Angelina said as they flew over a dirt road with tons of shops lining it. They dismounted and hide their brooms in a tall bush. Not that anyone would want to steal four very old, worn brooms.
"Three Broomsticks! I've been waiting for this all week!" Lee said running to the restaurant dangerously flapping his arms.
"That kid really needs a leash." George said. Angelina laughed as they followed Lee in but at a slower pace. Lee was already at the counter ordering four butterbeers.
"Pay up!" Lee said dropping some coins onto the counter. Angelina, Fred and George followed his lead.
"What time is it?" Fred asked the witch behind the counter who was pouring some foam into the butterbeer glasses.
"Six o'clock." She said in a heavy Irish accent looking around the corner at a clock stationed low on the wall.
"God it's way to early to be up!" Lee said sliding into a booth next to George.
"You don't have to be up this early." Angelina said drinking her butterbeer and sitting down next to Fred.
"Is it really necessary to practice at five in the morning?" George asked guzzling down his butterbeer,
"I like the sound of noon better." Fred added with a large burp.
Angelina scrunched her nose in disgust. "I think we all do." Lee agreed.
"I can't see why you're complaining. Your not on the team, you don't have to be up." Angelina said as Fred slipped his hand into her hand under the table. A cold gooey substance rubbed onto her hand.
Angelina immediately pulled her hand away and jumped out of the booth. "What was that?" She asked not really sure if she wanted to know.
"An experiment. Can I see your hand?" He replied with a smile.
"Tell me exactly what it is first." She replied hiding her hand behind her back giving a 'if looks could kill' stare. Her hand felt tingly but she dare not look at it.
"Oh," George recalled. "Is that the, you know?"
"Yeah we made it yesterday." Lee replied to George making him laugh.
"Poor Angie." George sympathized. "Did you finish the counter potion?" He asked Fred.
"Course."
"Come on tell me!" Angelina whined her hand now burning.
"Chill Angie. It's Fur Putty." Her mouth dropped. The name explained it all.
"You didn't!" Fred smiled. "Where?" She asked referring to where the fur would come up.
"…Just your hand… Am I in trouble?" Angelina slowly moved her hand in front of her. Her hand was covered in tiny black fur. She stared at it for a few seconds.
"You will if you don't fix it right now." She said as calmly as she could given the situation. Fred grabbed her hand gently and brought it closer to his face, analyzing it.
"Brilliant!" Lee marveled at Angelina's hand.
"Thanks for being our guinea pig." Fred said rubbing a lotion on her hand. The hairs slowly began to fall onto the ground.
"Thank God." She said rubbing her hand.
"That wasn't so bad now was it?" George asked as Fred took a plastic glove off. Angelina glared at him as if she would kill him at any given moment. "If you EVER even think about making me your 'guinea pig' I swear on my life I will beat the heck out of you Fred Weasley!"
There was a rather long pause as Fred stared up at Angelina with a blank look on his face. "Well I'm going to have my butterbeer now." Fred said stupidly trying to break Angelina's deadly stare and sliding back into the booth.
After an hour or so of talking about their hatred for Snape, a lack of sleep they've been getting from Wood's practices and a certain first year who has taking a liking to Lee, George stood up.
"Yeah we probably should." George said. "Are you still mad at me?" He asked.
"Why would I be?" She grinned she knew exactly what he was up to.
"Fred, Angie." George corrected. "Names Fred."
"Hey I guess your not so good are you?" Lee snickered completely oblivious.
"No George." She rolled up his left sleeve revealing a scar that went across his upper arm. "But I didn't need that to know since Fred was the one who sat down next to me." She said looking over at Fred who was busily trying to remove a bug from his empty mug with much difficulty. He merely looked up at Angelina, grinned then the booth slide out of the booth.
"Damn women. Your good." He said putting his arm around her shoulder in a friendly manner.
"Hey she's mine!" Fred said running up to the other side of her. He put his arm around her as well, quite jealous of his brother.
"Now boys, don't fight over me." Angelina said enjoying the attention.
"No she's mine!" Lee said jumping on Angelina's back causing her to fall backwards pulling Fred and George down with her in an attempt to keep her balance.
"Smooth Angelina!" Fred said through his laughter.
"Angie get off of me!" Lee whined yet again.
"I wouldn't be on you if you didn't jump on my back." Angelina pointed out while and old lady dressed in completely orange stared at them in utter disgust.
After a couple minutes later and more worried stares for the other customers, they got up and headed over to the bush in which they hid their brooms.
"God that was fun!" George said mounting his broom.
"Same time next week?" Fred asked.
"Let's wait until at least seven." Angelina replied.
"Sounds like a plan." Lee said.
After about a short while, they arrived back at Hogwarts. "We're so dead." Angelina said putting her broom away in the shed.
"Ugh, don't remind me." Fred said throwing his broom carelessly into the shed as well.
They continued to walk to the common room. "Password?" The Fat Lady asked.
"Pigs Feet." They door swung open. The common room was nearly empty; most of the people were still sleeping.
"Do you see him?" Angelina asked looking around the side of Lee for Wood.
"You worry too much." Fred said throwing himself onto the couch.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not fond of the ideal of dieing at fourteen." She sat down next to him.
"Ah Angie he can't kill you. You're the best chaser on the team." Fred said.
"We'll be in the dorm." Lee said following George up the stairs with a suspicious grin on his face.
"You think so?" Angelina asked resting her head against his shoulder.
"Definitely." There was another one of those dreaded awkward silences then BANG! Just then the common room door swung open.
"Oh good your back. Now we can practice." Oliver Wood spat. Both Angelina and Fred turned their heads around to see Oliver Wood in the doorway. "Where's George?"
"GEORGE!" Fred screamed scaring some first years sitting in the corner.
"What?" He called back.
"Oliver wants you."
"Sorry Oly, I'm straight." George called down from his dorm grinning. Smiles broke out on Fred and Angelina's faces as well. Oliver face went bright red partially from anger and partially from embarrassment.
"George get down here!" Oliver yelled loosing his patience.
"Yes mom!" George came down the stairs cheerfully and sat down the armrest of Angelina's chair. "What can I do for you?"
"Don't get too comfortable, we're going to practice now. Just you three and me. I gave the rest of the team the day off." The three of them groaned.
"You know, it's not that we don't like practice." Fred started.
"We could live without it..." Angelina mumbled.
"We just don't like getting up at five in the morning." George finished.
(A/N Hey thanks for the reviews I really appreciate the advice. Hope you enjoyed please review!)